Ariana’s POV
Truthfully, Jayson wasn't very cute, but then again, he did have the bad-boy look which instantly made him hot.
He began walking towards me as I just stood there frozen, staring like the
moron I am.
Well, you couldn't really blame me. The pain of him sleeping with my own
sister still hit down deep.
"Hey, Ariana" He smiled, as if nothing had happened. How did he think
he could just walk up to me as if he never hurt me? My scowl portrayed my thoughts clearly because his smile fell.
"Ariana” he began, “I'm so sorry about what happened between Kalie and me. I was so
drunk and, well, you rejected me." His words seemed rehearsed.
"Yeah, sure, the old 'I was drunk' excuse."I replied dryly, crossing my arms over
my chest.
"I just wasn't thinking, okay?" he tried convincingly, throwing his
arms up, "I still love you, and y’know, since I'm being transferred to
this school, maybe we could get over what happened and get ba--"
Before he was able to finish his pathetic meaningless sentence, my hand impulsively
raised itself making contact with his face. To finish the conversation, I
welcomed my knees to his balls. His eyes widened in sheer shock towards me as he fell to the floor.
Spinning the other direction on my heels, I turned and walked away swiftly. Dammit back in the same school with that jackass, Just my luck.
Crossing into the deserted hallway, I barely noticed as the sounds of the cafeteria
faded away.
Suddenly, out of the blue, an intense harsh pain exploded in my
chest. A thin and strangled scream escaped my throat as my hands flew to the
burning area; my birthmark. Before I could touch the searing skin of my chest, the pain had
disappeared. Completely, as if it just evaporated beneath my very skin.
I had a strange sensation afterwards; as if some immensely powerful force had just
entered my body.
Weird
I ran towards where Melissa was talking to a boy I’d never met before but I didn’t have time for questions and practically dragged her, explaining the whole pain thing in a rushed manner. She just looked at me like I was going insane. She actually thought I was being dramatic all of a sudden because of Jayson.
In an attempt to fix her crazed friend, she literally dragged me to a college party.
About the moment we walked in the door, she left me in the crowd. I couldn’t believe it, she just couldn’t wait to ditch me at the party she invited me to in the first place. I’m going home, I thought silently to myself.
Elbowing my way out of the party I got outside and started to walk the short distance to my house. It was pretty dark and chilly out as I pulled my jacket closer to myself.
I didn’t see anyone around and was startled when a big bulge of a man suddenly whispered as he fell into step beside me."I like your hair".
"Mind if I touch it?” he whispered once again. I stopped glancing up at him. Another
man stood behind me, equally as big. They both looked as if they were from the
party, which meant that they were going to be assholes.
I didn't want to take any chances. Evaluating my situation, I noted a
restaurant a short run from where I stood. My hand snaked into my purse searching
blindly for my pepper spray.
"You need a ride somewhere?" the first guy inquired, "My car's not far.”
Casually, the second guy said, "Seriously, why don't you come for a little ride with us?" He grinned at his buddy, as if the smooth rap was definitely going to get him laid.
The first guy laughed, crinkling the scar on his cheek. His thin blonde hair
flapped in the breeze as he crossed to over by my other side.
"Let's ride her!" he exclaimed.
Where is that damn spray?
The blonde guy reached out touching my hair, fulfilling his aforementioned desire.
I stared towards the dim red glow of the restaurant sign; looking at it it might be too far.
Someone walk by, someone walk by, I repeated over and over in my head, each thought rising in panic.
"Wanna tell us your name?" the second guy questioned, his teeth shining in the
night like the grin of the Cheshire Cat.
My heart pounded against my rib cage as I realized that the pepper spray was in my
other bag. My feet were lifted from the ground as the blonde brute dragged me
backwards, his arms squeezing my upper arms and pinning them to my sides.
Wrapping one of his massive arms around my middle, he covered my mouth with a
thick, sweaty palm.
My body flailed, trying to find a foothold from which to
kick the second man, who was slowly advancing on me. Holding him away with one
leg, I pushed down with the other, landing directly on the blonde guy's foot.
The heel of my boot ripped through the ratty fabric of his shoes causing him to
yell out in pain, dropping his grip on me. I lunged for freedom, but soon felt
his arm drawing me back in.
"You're gonna regret that, bitch." he growled in my ear as his arm tightened around
me, stopping me from breathing. He wrenched my neck so hard I felt as if it
would snap right then and there.
My vision became darker and darker as they moved me. Where are we going? Bile
stung at the back of my throat as my stomach involuntarily heaved. I jerked
once again, hoping that maybe he had let his guard down. For my efforts I
received another deathly squeeze.
My body thumped against something hard, the blonde attacker pushing me in the
direction of it. Driving my elbow into his ribs, I lashed out once again.
"Goddamn it. Grab her arms." The first attacker commanded. His partner wrenched my
arms above my head gripping them there as if he was about to handcuff me.
"C'mon, cutie, you're gonna like this." my captor coaxed, attempting to put his knee
between my legs as he slammed me hard against the solid object behind me. I let
out a long, piercing scream, hopefully, loud enough for the whole neighborhood
to hear. Another fist was drove into my face. I was already seeing double as it
was.
"You do that again, I cut your tongue out,” the second man warned flashing a knife
gleaming under the moonlight.
The blonde attacker, the one pinning me against the unknown object, tore at my top,
ripping it from my body. I stood shivering in the night, my clothes, as well as
my protection, vanishing at the speed of lightning. My bra was jerked away from
me in a similar fashion, and thrown on the ground, as just a small bundle of
red lace.
"Hey, are those real?" the second guy questioned, as if he would actually get an
answer.
"I think they are." Blondie chuckled yanking at my skirt.
Fear getting the better of me, I yelled, "You assholes are going to pay for
this!"
They both roared with laughter, "What are you gonna do? Run to Daddy?” I felt
like stabbing them, but unfortunately I didn't have the strength or the weapon
to do it.
Blondie began unbuckling his pants, so I turned my head away from him
shutting my eyes tight. His great weight collapsed on top of me and a thrill of
fear went through my heart as I waited for it.
But….nothing. My head whipped back around staring towards his body. He
had fallen down on me, or...or had he dropped dead? After that point,
everything went completely black.
Marcus POV
There had been screams; I definitely heard them. Stopping abruptly in my tracks
on the way to Stephan’s house, I stared in the direction from which I heard the
feminine shrieks.
Two foolish boys were about to rape a girl. Idiots, I thought.
"Astrol," I whispered using my body chakra to produce magic knocking both boys unconscious. The girl was already out cold, but wait second? Looking closer, I was stunned
to realize, this was the girl the wizard counsel had asked me to find!
I walked down the street, unzipping my leather jacket as I went. The girl was
pale and naked, propped up against a car. Her clothes lay in a torn pile beside
her. Kneeling down, I wrapped my jacket around her. She shivered beneath my
hands, cheeks streaked with tears.
Ariana's POV
My eyes finally decided to peel open. Blinking several times to clear my vision
I began to wonder where I was. Glancing around, I noticed I was lying atop of a
bed in a large, unknown room.
Turning my head, I spotted the figure of a man across the room. He stared right at me.
I threw the bed cover off of me leaping from the bed. One foot tangled in the messy heap of blankets making me fall instead. Ow, goddammit!
"Ariana!" the man called, walking halfway across the room. I sat up, the pain in my face
flaring up. Wait, how did that guy know what my name was? Oh no, oh no, oh no.
He was a serial killer and I was being kidnapped, right?
"Ariana," he called for a second time, stepping closer kneeling down a few feet away from
me.
“How do you know my name?” My throat rough from both tears and from being unconscious, I questioned, "I will explain later," he affirmed, his voice as smooth as a polished gem.
"What? Are you gonna kill me? Am I being kidnapped? Who sent you? Oh my gosh, my life
is a disaster right now!" I blurted, my words tripping over each other.
"Whoa, slow down. I'm not here to hurt you. And I'm really sorry for what happened yesterday," he assured moving closer to me, causing me to scramble on my hands and backside
until I had bypassed the bed, pressing against the wall in fear. He followed
slowly, until he was directly in front of me. I hadn’t even realized I'd been
crying until he swiped a tear from my face with his thumb.
"I'm really sorry about what happened yesterday, but I want to protect you. You don't
need to be scared of me," he persuaded. I stared into his deep brown eyes,
trying to order my thoughts.
I whispered, “Okay,” I whispered, but really what else could I say.
"Alright," he said quietly, his voice steady and professional. "I'll have someone
bring you food and some fresh clothes. You can have a shower, if you
want."
I nodded slowly, tender of my various pains, “Thank you."
"I'll be downstairs, if you need me,” he smiled before closing the door.
After my odd encounter with the strange guy, I returned to the bed they had provided
me with.
Waking up for the second time just an hour later, I gratefully used
their shower dressing in the clothes provided.
This house is enormous, I thought, strolling through the hallways. Peering into an open door, I saw the guy I had assumed to be a serial killer. Holding a serious
expression, he swiftly typed on his laptop.
He looked in his early forties, had brown hair and was slightly built. I cleared my throat realizing that I’d been standing there for long.
"Oh, hey," he smiled slightly as he raised his head, "I suppose you want an explanation?"
“No, I want to go back to sleep and remain in this fairy tale forever” I replied dryly, rolling my eyes.
He signed, running his hand through his short hair. "Alright," he began as he closed the lid on his laptop. "I was sent by my school counsel to protect you and introduce you to a place where you can develop your gift. Imagine my surprise when I saw you pinned against that car yesterday. I was a little late on that draw."
“Gift? What are you talking about” He took in a breath and let it out slowly, "The Johnsons aren't your real family, Ariana. You were adopted."
Pent-up anger flared in me at the very notion. "What the hell? So, I should believe you just because you said so? That's a really stupid joke!" my words tumbled together in my rage, and I wasn't even entirely sure of what I was saying. I didn’t know where the hell I was and didn’t have time for stupid jokes.
My 'savior' was also beginning to get frustrated. I guessed that he had a pretty short fuse; I had an excuse, I was attacked last night.
"No, it isn't, and if you don't listen to me now, you will die because someone very powerful is after you," he said, almost yelling. I was more afraid of him than the person that was ‘supposedly’ after me. I stood staring at him, my arms crossed over my chest as I waited for
him to continue; which he didn't.
"That's freaking insane." I finally uttered.
He stared towards me, "Zip down your shirt." I was honestly not
expecting that to be his next sentence.
"So, did you save me from those guys just to have me for yourself?" I asked,
spitting sarcasm. His eyes seemed to suddenly soften across the room, or had I
just imagined that?
"No, I just want to show you something about your mark that might make you believe a
little.”
I could feel my face turning red; my birthmark. Although it wasn’t really noticeable because it was almost the colour of my skin, I still thought it was weird. Really weird in fact.
It was the shape of two birds facing towards each other with a love sign imprinted
between the birds, plus it was quite big. I’ve always had people ask me about it but really what could I say when I myself don’t know the reason behind it.
I zipped down my turtleneck displaying the area around my collarbones. The unknown
guy stood from his chair crossing the room. He stopped in front of me raising his
hand to touch my birthmark. His hand pressed down atop of it, as if it were a
button, then lingering for a few tense seconds before releasing. When he removed
his hand, my birthmark was a bright glow of emerald green emblazoned on my
chest.
Completely startled, I leaped back from him pressing my hand to the glowing mark, also. I
rubbed my hand over the green flesh, attempting, without success, to stop the glow.
When my hand brushed against the light, my fingertips began to spark with
flames. Suddenly, the same feeling that attacked me in school was back.
I couldn't think. Maybe, this was a dream? Maybe, it was just a hallucination?
Maybe, I was in the hospital after the attack last night, and they'd loaded me
up on painkillers and sedatives?
"This is very real." he said slowly, as if talking to a child. My head shot up;
how did he know what I was thinking?
Staring at my hand the sparks began to finally die away, "If this is reality, then
my hand wouldn't have created fire, and--"
"This is reality, and we are all wizards.”
"Wi--Wiz—What do you mean? I'm a wizard?"
"Your parents were wizards before you.”
"My parents," I whispered.
"Yes, sixteen years ago, the most evil and powerful wizard killed a lot of people in
the magic world,” he stopped looking directly into my eyes, "Your mother
was one of them."
"My mother was killed?" It was painful to hear even though I hadn't even known of another mother up until a few moments ago.
"I'm sorry, Ariana." he said softly; I could tell he really meant it.
Before I could reply, he began speaking again, "Before she died, she gave you that
mark and transferred some of her powers to you.”
"And my father?"
"After the wizard had gone, your father was nowhere to be found. It was believed that
he was also dead, or that he ran away after hearing about his wife's
death."
"This wizard, what's his name?" I asked, the remnants of my earlier anger beginning to show again.
"He is not to be spoken of," he warned.
"I need to know," I pushed, re-zipping my turtleneck. He pursed his lips together,
breathing out through his nose, stopping to consider the consequences of
telling me.
"I can tell you that his name is Dehazrious," he took a step back and straightened
up, "That reminds me, you have school tomorrow.”
"What!”I shrieked.
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